Love my woman, love my baby, love my biscuits sopped in gravy.

Friday, September 01, 2006

It's raining, it's pouring

And now the explanation. This is Andrew, a sonorous, melodic sleeper with the nasal fortitude of an elephant seal. A recent trip to Mexico involved this man in a dorm room by himself, no doubt dreaming of the sandwiches he prepares for a living. To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub. The rubbing of his nasal flanges against his throat like his face got a flat tire.


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